The Green Hills Still Stand, the Waters Flow On

Parting in life and death, love and hatred, old grudges and new. If we had never suffered a world-shattering heartbreak and met such a tragic end, how could we prove our love ran deep? If love and hate had not been intertwined and blocked by worldly conventions, how could it have shone so brilliantly? To love, to hate, to stay together, to fight, to be resolute, to give it everything... Then the fierce blaze of love will not have been wasted, even if all that remains in the end is a handful of ashes. No regrets. No regrets. It's just... the green hills remain, the waters keep flowing, the scenery is still here, but who will share it with me... that's all. An old story rewritten, with major changes to Part One